PS WISCONSIN SONNETS CHARLES H. WINKE Class / cJ c^-f ^ Book 5f y 2/ •* Copyright N°. -5 COFmiGtCr DEPOSm / WISCONSIN SONNETS THE PRICE OF THIS VOLUME IS $1, POST- PAID. IT MAY BE ORDERED THROUGH ANY BOOKSEIXEB, OR OF THE PUBLISHERS, 530 OAKLAND AVENUE, MILWAUKB:E, WIS. WISCONSIN SONNETS BY CHARLES H. WINKE MILWAUKEE BADGER PUBLISHING COMPANY 1917 .^ ■>P A ^^^K ^> Copyright 1917, by Charles H. Wlnke OCT 2BI9I7 ©CI,A477200 *^ tf^ / AUTHOR'S FOREWORD OOME of these sonnets appeared originally in The Public and La Follette's Magazine. Others were first printed in the Sunday edition of The Milwau- kee Sentinel, and in The Evening Wisconsin. Sev- eral appeared in other publications. A number of them were widely copied. This and other evidence of appeal, other than local, including letters of appreciation from different parts of the United States, prompts me to offer them in a volume. Charles H. Winke Within the sonnet's scanty plot of ground — Wordsworth. CONTENTS PAGE IVisconsin -------- Cf The IVisconsin Capitol - - - - - lo The Great Lakes - - - - - -ii Mihvaukee Bay ------ 12 The Lighted Pane ------ 13 Landscapes ------- 14 The Forest Fire - - - - - - -I5 The Grand Prix ------ 16 War --------- 17 The Great War ------ 18 Neutrality - - - - - - - - ^9 Wilson -------- 20 Camp Douglas - - - - - - -21 The Earth-Barque ------ 22 Sight --------- 23 Socialism __----- 24 To A Train Announcer 25 The Renters ------- 26 The Clock -------- 27 Eugenics -----"" ^° To Robert M. La Toilette ----- 29 On Reading La Toilette's Autobiography - 30 CONTENTS page; The Poet --------31 The Aviator ------- 32 Dynamite -------- 2>2> Concrete _-__-_- 34 To A Pugilist - - - - - - -35 Battle -------- 36 Doubt -------- 37 Sincerity ------- 38 Wordsn'orth -------39 Summer Storm ------ 40 An Autumn Sunset ------ 41 WISCONSIN SONNETS WISCONSIN ■piNE and heroic hardwoods breathe low speech Among thy northern hills, in whose deep hearts The boon immeasurable of a hundred arts Waits for man's need ; into thy borders reach Broad areas of prairie, and on each Thou pilest harvest gold ; high-chimneyed marts Enhance the landscape's charm in all thy parts And greet the dawn along thy eastern beach. But not thy, outward beauty gives thee fame, Nor yet thy untold riches : 'T is thy men ! With the bright standard of their hopes unfurled On the brisk air of Progress, they proclaim Afresh the sovereignty of the Citizen, And herald a new Freedom to the world. THE WISCONSIN CAPITOL T TOW staid and unimaginative he Whom sudden beauty startles not to thought, Who could behold unstirred this structure wrought, From base to roof, in glorious symmetry ! High- domed, huge-columned, its white majesty And the rich hued interior have caught Some touch of that immortal Art which brought Renown to Athens in antiquity. Here where such beauty has been realized, Another God-sent Splendor makes its home — A thought, a dream, ennobling law and life — A bright possession not to be remised ! When Age dissolves these walls, this radiant dome, Wisconsin, may that) Presence still be rife ! 10 THE GREAT LAKES [By agreement hetwecn the United States and Great Britain, these waters are free from warships and other hostile activities by both nations.] ^^[ O cannon-bristling squadrons ride at rest Within gun-sheltered harbors on these Lakes; Here but the urgency of Commerce wakes The cloven waves to song, with keels deep pressed Into their bosoms ; hurrying east and west, Trade's myriad-flagged Armada ne'er forsakes These seas at Desolation's best, but makes A fruitful highway of their neutral breast. O Shores and Oceans of the fort-stained Earth What will the triumph of the Future be When birds build safely in your every gun ! When all the ships innumerable that girth Your shining vasts shall share the ministry Of Peace and only her blest errands run ! II MILWAUKEE BAY [Viewed from The LaJae Front, Juneau Park.] TTERE from this height, green-mantled, where I stand, At the half -circle's center, musing how A something wrought in Nature may endow A stretch of water and a strip of land, And the low music of the murmuring strand. With power to stir the soul, I see the prow Of yon huge ferry scatter like a plow The placid blue, calmed by the air's still hand. Not all the loveliness of earth's confined To one much favored spot : this splendid bay, Howe'er unfamed, would no less glorious seem Were Naples' rapturous beauty called to mind ; Nor could its charm, on this rare summer day. Be rivaled by the magic of a dream. 12 THE LIGHTED PANE T TRAVELED lone and cheerless on a train, Dulled by the day's monotony, till I Beheld the splendor of the sunset sky Hued richly in a wayside window-pane ; Then, as when bars of an old stirring strain Enkindle heart and soul, my dazzled eye, Struck with the beauty that so suddenly Touched life, sent a great rapture through my brain. Would that my days, along the common way All mortals journey, might in somewise be The mirror of a rich Ideal, caught In loftiest conception, and convey, Like the sun-gloried pane that I still see. Their potent message to another's thought ! 13 LANDSCAPES A S a fair landscape lying in the night, Effaced till dawn, bereft of all that made It beautiful by day — hue, glitter, shade — Regains its beauty with the morning's light. So is man's brain a blank, until the bright, Warm flame. Imagination, wondrous-rayed. Floods it with impulse — then there are displayed What glorious prospects to the inner sight ! Thus, also, is the soul a region black, O'ershadowed by the blighting dread of death, Until quick Spirit touch illumines it — Then all its radiant loveliness comes back ; The soul-scape stirs as with a sacred breath. And shines as though with God's own splendor lit. 1-4 THE FOREST FIRE /^N, on, dread Flood of Devastation! Sweep All living things before thee ; wrap in flame The crackling, crashing forest ; lay hot claim To cot and clearing ; through the grasses creep Like angered reptile, hissing; wind-lashed, leap From blazing hill to flame-swept waters ; frame The very heavens in red, for naught may tame Thy fury till, too long unmoved, they weep. Though naught but desolation mark thy train, Rage on, red King of Ruin ! — not for long Shall thy dire victory remain complete ; With dauntless courage man shall claim again The ashen waste, and fruitfulness shall throng Up from the soil in gardens green and sweet. 15 THE GRAND PRIX— 500-MILB AUTOMOBILE SPEED CONTEST. T N grim, terrific strife the cars spin round, Urged to vast effort by man's mad desire. Beating the grimy track with burning tire, Headlong and heedless o'er the trembling ground, Faster than rushing train, they speed with sound Of thunder ; and the , feelings they inspire Thrill the joy-frenzied multitude with fire As of a victory, life- fraught, profound. And yet, defying death, enduring pain Through many a wracking, numbing, choking mile, The drivers fail to wring from Time and Space One jot of speed these forces may not deign In jest to yield — illimitable the while The stars swing on in Heaven's stupendous race. i6 WAR- NOT A GOD, BUT A DEMON. * I ^OO long a gay adventure it has seemed; Too long the world-old glamor of romance, The martial glow and the rich radiance, The stir of luring music, golden-themed ; Too long the lavish splendor we have deemed Bespoke its soul — held its extravagance Authentic, and its seeming puissance Divine: of nothing braver have we dreamed! Now let us pierce beneath the sham and show, Beyond the lure, and feel the vultures' thrill. See the rapacious monster as he is — See the revolting death-streams gush and jflow. Like freshets, on the gun-swept battle-hill, Where reeks the hideous harvest that is his. 17 THE GREAT WAR '' I ^HE fort-chains and intrenchments far outspread; The puppet armies that so quickly came To grapple in this grim, Satanic game; The deadly aircraft hovering overhead; The hungry siege-gims, with huge missiles fed. More ruinous than wind or quake or flame ; And all the many marvels without shame In cunning brains for this vast Outrage bred — It is not merely these. It is the weight Of murdered peace, the loss throughout the world. That gives this War its infamous renown. What shall it yield of good to compensate? O piteous host to swift destruction hurled ! O torrent of the living going down ! i8 NEUTRALITY T AM a Teuton, or mayhap a Hun, A Briton or a Frenchman, Slav or Pole — Where'er the bloody tides of conflict roll There are my kin, death-armed with blade and gun ; It matters not for me if lost or won The battles are — how overwhelmed my soul With joy or sorrow — I must still control The racial strains that through my being run. The vaunting boast and the ofi^cnding gibe. And fools that dogmatize, may cause me pain, Yet in my heart no hatreds must be nursed ; The Nation's welfare and large aim prescribe A higher duty than contentions vain — In this big country none are last or first. 19 WILSON [Wntten on the sinking of the Lusitania iy a German sul)marine.] "C^OR Peace this calm, far-visioned man contends, Daring to face the calumny and blame Of those who, passion-blinded, would inflame The Nation's thought for false and selfish ends ; He sees, dark-imaged, what vast ill attends Woe-breeding War, yet does not slight the claim Of honor that is more than form or name ; Above the moment's harm his thought ascends. Time holds but few such crises for a land, And few wise leaders meet such fateful hour ! Though the whole world is frenzied with alarms, No hasty word profanes this Chief's command ; And Kings shall learn Forbearance, too, is power, That Peace is braver than the clash of arms. 20 CAMP DOUGLAS [TJie Encampment of the Wisconsin National Ouard.] TXT'HAT pageantry is this to daze the eyes? A tented city spread upon the plain ! The weary traveler, gazing from his train, Comes on the gleaming picture in surprise. A sentineled encampment, calm it lies Farm-bordered, foreign in this broad domain Of Peace and Happiness. Yet, there men feign War's brutal state, and battle dramatize. Such is War's subtle power that even I, Who loathe the monstrous thing, in dream became A Hindenburg. Invincible, I swept The enemy's expanse. How sweet to die My loyal troopers deemed it ! And my name Like a bright meteor through Time's heaven leapt. 21 THE EARTH-BARQUE T HEARD a discourse once in which the world, On Time's expanse, was Hkened to a ship For days swept helpless in a storm's fierce grip, Her hatches fastened and her canvas furled, Driven before tremendous seas which hurled Their weight upon her, toyed her like a chip, And from each mountain summit let her slip Down steep hell-wastes, whose waters foamed and swirled. But when at last the gale had spent its force, As reckless anger softens to regret. Behold what distance the staunch craft had run, Kept, as by miracle, to her true course ! So, through the bloody crises that beset The brave earth-barque, some gain is ever won. 22 SIGHT * I ^HRICE blessed they who have the power to see! O for a seeing soul, an open mind, A heart made keen to pierce the mists that blind The ways of life, through love more humanly To think and feel, through understanding be More largely tolerant, have wish to find The better part in all earth's human kind. Gain the Christ outlook through humility. Woukl I might gaze as from a mountain height, (For now I blunder in the fogs below, Dead to life's splendor, unresponsive, base,) And with view broadened judge all men aright; Through sense and spirit vision learn to know That God accosts me in my brother's face. 23 SOCIALISM ITZHEN finally it shall be understood, And take the color of the stateman's thought When Christly justice shall be truly sought Between man and his neighbor, as it should. Will not this lofty dream of Brotherhood — This hint of golden ages dawning, caught In the day's promise — then yield more than aught That pregnant Time has yet vouchsafed of Good? A thousand betterments have marked man's rise Through dark days past, each but a casual boon 'Mid indescribable wrongs and follies strange; Then need we ridicule and stigmatize This heart-warm, glad Ideal, that so soon Must win acceptance in the whirl of Change? 24 TO A TRAIN ANNOUNCER "DEAL forth melodiously, clear-throated Cryer, Each magic name ; fill the tense, crowded room With golden tones ! Out where huge sheds engloom The day, the steeds of steel on mail and flyer Impatient wait, and with loud blasts respire. I pause enrapt, and while your voice's boom Rings out, bell-like, the distant Towns assume Forms wondrous fair, in visions you inspire : Not longer merely Capitals of Trade, Great throbbing Centers where unceasing strife Is waged for favor of the monarch Gold, But in the processes of time remade. As man himself, they stand, their sordid life Grown beautiful, beneficent, high-souled. 25 THE RENTERS [The poor of New York spend nearly one-half of their in- come in rent. Thirteen families own one-fifteenth of the assessed value of real estate in that city. A like concentrated ownership of land values exists in other large cities.] ' I ''HEIR lives made heavy by unending care, Naught but the direst poverty know these ; They labor ever for the Lords of Ease And bhndly take privation for their share. Of hero mold, too patiently they bear Their Atlas burden, lacking wit to seize On any means that may their woes appease, And free them from their thraldom of despair. What might protects your greed. Monopoly? Bulwarked, you laugh : "The Law." (O sacred word, What infamies are sanctioned in your name!) Want-deadened millions bound to slavery, Rent-racked for a vast debt they ne'er incurred, Nor one their golden masters long may claim ! 26 THE CLOCK ■1T7HAT seems more innocent than this machine Contrived to measure time ? And yet, behold The pulse and traffic of the world controlled By it! Enforcing schedule and routine, It has become a Tyrant set between Man and the freedom that was his of old, When but the hour-glass and the sun-dial told The pace of time, in city and demesne. None may escape the irksome discipline Its tireless hands impose in this grim day. Efficiency ? Perhaps, but dearly bought. The clock's exactitude so long has been Our life's enslaving guidance that its sway Outreaches God's, and shapes our very thought. 27 EUGENICS A LL other sciences merge into this, All human striving in this term expressed ! How may we best transmit that which is best To those who follow ; how lay emphasis On truth and staunch-miened beauty ; how dismiss The evil from our thinking, and divest Our primal nature, by the beast obsessed. Of sin's dread fruit, of greed and prejudice? This is its problem, and it seeks to aid Man's highest aspirations, to enhance His meed of happiness, to make him clean ; For this the whole world's effort, the keen blade Of Education, cleaving Ignorance, And more than all things else, the Nazarene ! 2S TO ROBERT M. LA FOLLETTE [Written on his becoming a national political figure.] \rOU are the idol of your green-hued State ; Filled with a purpose that has known no pause, You still are champion of a People's cause ! Through bitter years of conflict, early, late. You braved the foe, unmindful of your fate, That Privilege be banished from the laws ; And though you won the multitude's applause. The Few heaped ori you ridicule and hate. La Follette! ours is still the ancient strife That Liberty has waged from time unknown Against Oppression in its changing guise ; O lighten not the labor of your life! Unto the greater tasks to which you've grown, Bring undiminished your brave enterprise ! 20 ON READING LA FOLLETTE'S AUTO- BIOGRAPHY 'T^HIS living book he laid at Freedom's shrine, That ardent Champion from whose fervent pen It clarioned his sleeping countrymen : Here stand revealed, in all their fell align, The Interests and their minions, in combine With servile Treason, perilous as v^hen, Two generations past, this Land again Bought its release in crimson battle line. But here stands, also, revelation bright With staunch assurance that rekindles hope : Once more we learn, whenever Tyrant strives To strangle Liberty and crush the Right, Men blazon forth (armed of the Just) to cope The jeopardy with their high-missioned lives. 3d THE POET T T OWEVER impotent he may appear Amid the world's self-seeking aims and schemes. Still is the Poet greater than he seems : He wields dominion o'er the realm of dreams ; His is the wondrous gift of insight clear, Perceiving subtle truths, beyond the mere Dull faculties of sense; he is a Seer On whom an ever-glorious Dawning gleams. And his the duty, yielding joy and pain. To trace upon the ages through his art The trials and triumphs of man's mind and heart ; Transmuting both the glory and the stain, The worthy in man's striving and the vain, He shapes the years, oblivious of his part. 31 THE AVIATOR 1 A AUNTLESS he circles in his white-winged ship, Mounting with whirring motor to the sky, Like some huge, humming man-bird ! Soaring high Where cold benumbs him, daring loop and dip, He heeds no menace, yet, with iron grip, Holds every sense alert : Who will deny To falter but an instant were to die ? Destruction laughs to note each death- fraught trip. Beneath him, through affrighting depths, appears The outline of the world, spectral and dim ; Above him arch uncharted realms of space ; What forces has he conquered ! and what fears ! What undreamed victories shall yield to him, And through his bold adventures, to the race ! 32 DYNAMITE O YMBOL of death and dire calamities It seemed to me, until I grasped what meant Such might stupendous, made obedient To man's aggressive will. A Hercules In every stick, what vast immensities Of plan and project owe accomplishment To it ! With it man rends a continent, Cleaving a channel, sheer-walled, for the seas. In this dread substance earthquake has become Commodity; this marvel of their thought Mankind deem commonplace, dream not its worth. God's proudest mountains to its shock succumb ; , Wherever its shattering blast bursts forth is wrought The miracle wherewith man conquers Earth. 33 CONCRETE [At the Annual Cement Show at Chicago.^ "^T'OU deem it all a too prosaic theme ? I scorn your judgment, critic. Wonder fills My heart, knowing this product of the mills Shall make immortal Architecture's dream. Henceforth of beauteous pearl, her towers shall gleam Imperishable, eternal as the hills Whose very bone this is, now as man wills, Shaped to his thought, of stone the stone supreme. A hundred centuries in vain man sought An adamantine substance. The earth's dust Yielded at last. City and river bed We now may build as the Creator wrought ; And when our age is gone, for die it must. They shall remain, its greatness not all fled. 34 TO A PUGILIST O WIFT gliding through the rounds, I see you still Under bright lights, your glistening body wet And dripping, like some swimmer's, with the sweat Of your great toil ; and as the furious mill Grinds fiercely on. T marvel at the skill With which you flit from danger, hard beset By your blood-covered foe. Tireless, you fret Him with your well-aimed batteries, until Conviction forming with the conflict's trend. Thrilled by your sure, compelling mastery Of thought and action timed to fine accord. The crowd acclaims you victor ere the end : This is the knowledge you have wrought in me — In any art. Perfection spells Reward. 35 BATTLE TT is the day of days, the hour of hours! It is an instant, or a century; Ay, it is Time ; perhaps Eternity Is endless test between exhaustless powers. It is a boon, a blessing that endowers With might and wealth, yet ever it must be A sacrifice, woeful calamity, A pitiless force that crushes and devours. A test of strength it is, the supreme trial. That utmost ordeal of intensity Toward which the arduous years and eons run ; It is endurance, patience, toil, denial, A tireless quest, and always, victory Is but a step toward vaster goals unwon. 36 DOUBT T^ ORN of despondency in moments blind With self-disparagement, it casts a shade On all life's hopes ; the brightest prospects fade Beneath its dread negation ; to dissuade Is its fell mission ; faithless, it can find Some fatal flaw in every project mind Or heart proposes, and its fetters bind To failure all on whom its spell is laid. Doubt, daring naught, with cringing soul denies What freer vision labors to create ; It magnifies the small and dwarfs the great ; It questions Truth, in Faith would recognize Naught but adherence blind, and in its eyes Death looms, the final cruel blow of Fate. 37 SINCERITY TT' NOWN but to the true souls that realize The emptiness of feigning, and how vain The artifices sham and show contain, It is the virtue through which mortals gain, And keep unbroken, the ennobling ties Of friendship and of love ; by it we rise To life's high call, and even Paradise May be reward of those who it attain. Sincerity! it is that heavenly thing Which blends divinity with word and deed. And makes of Love the world's one deathless creed ; It is the air on which the angels wing. The soul of all sublime accomplishing, The bond by which all good is guaranteed. 38 WORDSWORTH T T E worshipped Nature as no bard before, And found in her innumerable forms the soul That holds the universe in vast control : In shade-gloomed valley and mid mountains hoar, By lake and stream, on the resounding shore. And in the cloud-massed sky, — in the least scroll Of her deft hand and the harmonious whole, He found the Primal Being more and more. His eyes were blest with more than mortal sight, And on his ear the magic eloquence Of Nature fell a fresh, celestial chime ; In the ecstatic seasons of delight When Inspiration yielded thoughts intense He wrought the noble structure of his rhyme. 39 SUMMER STORM ** I ''HE blinding lightning flashes, and the boom Of deafening thunder shakes the firmament With it the sound of flooding rain is blent In raging torrents, beating through the gloom. But lo ! the dread; impending hand of doom Forbears at last — light suddenly is sent, And then, all unaware, the storm is spent, Leaving a silence heavy as the tomb. The aching eye, behind its quivering shield, And tortured ear, in expectation wait For the tumultuous storm's continued play ; But stillness reigns above the wood and field, A wildbird whistles to his waiting mate. And awe and terror in the heart allay. 40 AN AUTUMN SUNSET ** I ^ HE great red ember of the sun sinks low. On canvas of gray clouds at dusk amassed Rapt Nature paints a masterpiece surpassed Nowhere in Art ; its far-flung, fiery glow Illumes the firmament, until the flow Of darkness westward, slow, and then more fast. Engulfs its brave magnificence at last. And day succumbs to its relentless foe. And as I gaze in wonder on the sight. While yet the splendor heightens to its prime, A sense of awe upon my spirit gains : Within that vast expanse of vivid light I see portrayal, glorious, sublime. Of Him whose presence there eternal reigns. 41 NOTES NOTES THE WISCONSIN CAPITOL The beautiful capitol at Madison was completed in 1916. It is built of Bethel, Vt., granite and cost over seven million dollars. Its interior shows many varieties of marble, making a riot of color at once striking and wonderfully harmonious. THE GREAT LAKES The following is an editorial which appeared in the Milwaukee Daily News following the reproduction of "The Great Lakes" in The Literary Digest, Nov. 14, 1914: "The Great Lakes" Charles H. Winke, a Milwaukeean, has the distinc- tion of having his poem "The Great Lakes," recently published in The Public, copied and commented on by The Literary Digest. As there are thousands of poems from which The Digest has its choice, this is a compli- ment of considerable value. In comment, The Digest says : "By a well wrought sonnet we are reminded that not all of the waters of the world can be blood-stained. Mr. Winke is rather too fond of the hyphen — 'cannon- 45 bristling,' 'myriad-flagged,' etc. — but the thought was worthy of expression, and he has expressed it well." This thought that not all the waters of the world are now blood-stained is an excellent one to keep before the public. There are these inland seas upon whose bosoms float the great commercial ships carrying food and supplies from one city to another, transports of peace and of good will. It is well to remember that when cannon boom on the mighty oceans, the big ves- sels on the lakes are shuttles weaving through the warp and woof of the waters a friendliness and good will between the people of a number of cities and of two different countries. Mr. Winke's poem is timely and fine with contrasts. It is splendid that such wide attention should be brought to the fact that : "No cannon-bristling squadrons ride at rest Within gun-sheltered harbors on these Lakes ; Here but the urgency of Commerce wakes The cloven waves to song, with keels deep pressed Into their bosoms ; hurrying east and west, Trade's myriad-flagged Armada ne'er forsakes These seas at Desolation's best, but makes A fruitful highway of their neutral breast." 46 MILWAUKEE BAY This is not the only poem that Milwaukee and its beautiful harbor have inspired. A fine poem entitled "Milwaukee," by Mark Forrest, was printed in the Milwaukee Evening Wisconsin. A striking bit of poetic work entitled "Juneau Park, Milwaukee," by Jules Jen- kins, appeared in the Milwaukee Sentinel. There may be others of which I have no knowledge. My sonnet appeared in La Follette's Magazine and was reprinted in several of the Milwaukee dailies. NEUTRALITY When I submitted this sonnet to The Public, where it appeared, the last line read : "American am I — not last but first." The editor, Samuel Danziger, returned it with the objection that this line seemed to express a sentiment too much like "Deutschland ueber alles" or "Rule Britannica." I am not in sym- pathy with the narrow nationalism these slogans imply, and not wishing to be misunderstood, I changed the line to its present reading. In accepting the changed version Mr. Danziger wrote : "The poem now is un- impeachable." 47 SOCIALISM I have never been a socialist in a party sense, but I believe we are moving toward a higher order of human relationship, and that in time all government will be, not merely democratic, but socialistic. That a richer and better humanity will be the result no one can doubt. "To A Train Announcer" is expressive of this thought also. "Socialism" was printed in the Mil- waukee Sentinel ; "To A Train Announcer" in The Public. EUGENICS This sonnet was written after reading the following little essay by Dr. Frank Crane, which I append because of its comprehensive view of this subject: The One Science. After all, we have but one great problem before us : How shall we best transmit to children the fruits of cur effort ? Education : how shall we put them in possession of the knowledge we have gained, how classify that knowledge for their use, how train them to employ it ? Apprenticeship : how shall we give them the advan- tage of our experience? Government : how preserve for them the results of our economic experiments ? The Church : how hand on to them the gains of our spiritual life? Law : how maintain for them what we have learned by experience concerning justice between man and man? Literature and Art : how pass on to them the vision and inspiration we have had? Business : how give them the products of our work? Hygiene : how divert from them our diseases and endow them with our health ? There is but one universal human science, Eugenics. TO ROBERT M. LA FOLLETTE This sonnet appeared in The Public in 1912 when Senator La Follette was put forward by the progressive Republicans for the Presidency. It was widely copied at the time. After the publication, in The Public also. 49 of the sonnet "On Reading La Follette's Autobiog- raphy," I received an appreciative letter from Senator La Follette in which he said : "The one to myself I read with feelings deeply stirred, when it appeared. The other is so good that I shall republish it in the Weekly." 50 THE EVENING WISCONSIN PRINIINS CO.. MILWAUKEE. WrS.